Bantobazanes is dead, what journeys may I say, the first one, his father died, and was deemed a failure, for the cure wasn’t found, the second one, however...

Is much more of a failure than the first! It didn’t even start and he already lost his life!

Did he think that I would be fooled by his cheap act at the dinner table? It was evident since his arrival, that he was up to no good, but what can he do? One thing, just one thing, he would only try to tattletale us to the monarch, about our ambition to dethrone them, nothing else, he was a coward, always hiding behind his father and mother’s shadows, he was simply a rat.

I killed him, there was no way for him not to stand in my way, backstabbing from a coward with a hurt pride is certainly undeniable, and since there is no much to expect from him as an ally, willingness to reason with him wasn’t in my mind, his absence was much better, for he was but a hindrance.

It was tricky to get that paralysing drug, I had to search for it the whole house without being noticed, then I had to head to the stable, but the hardest part was to get out of the room, needless to say, the kid was too sensitive to noise. But yet I did it, I was experienced in this kind of situations, and all that was left was waiting.

As expected, he showed up, in midnight, bruised and in tears, he was going back and forth from the house to the stable on his toes, to get his gear, I used the time-lapses when he wasn’t in to drug his drinks. Tired and miserable he ended, drank that drugged water and alcohol, just as wanted, then he took his horse, walked a long distance quietly, and just as he climbed and was about to part, the drug took effect, and he dropped motionless, I had to calm the frightened horse, which I did, following by blindfolding it.

After I closed Bantobazanes’s eyes, I spilled most of his drinks into his mouth and made him swallow it, some into the ground surrounding every here and there, and some back at his track, until I emptied the bottles that I couldn’t return them since they’re poisonous, I took his knife, and killed him in appearance of the way his father had killed himself, slowly inserting the knife into the neck so blood will not sprout much heavily on my hands, then I put his fingers on the handle of the knife.

I waited for the blood that got on my hands to drip and coagulate while carefully paying attention to the enlarging pool of blood on the ground so it won’t make my clothes filthy, then I simply brushed it off for it was of little quantity, I didn’t wash it, it would wet my clothes and wet clothes would cause much suspicion. And there was it, a scene successfully fooling! It would seem as if he had swallowed his depression with drinks, and then killed himself following his father in his foolishness!

Lucky as I was, it was a bit windy that night, so the footprints have been taken care of, not that it posed any to me anyhow, but it relieved me of additional work.

I had then to return his gear carried by the horse, every piece, to its proper place, all after returning it -the horse- to the stable, He had no intention of leaving thus living, he wanted to die.

I then returned to my room just as I got out of it. I must say, I love it when everything goes as expected, and follows as planned.